Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Within the world of fragments of the World Tree.

A faint brilliance fell on the deserted hall.

There was an icy chill in the air.

Facing Xia Ya's eyes that were filled with sadness, nostalgia, and a little bit of reluctance.

In an instant, an unprecedented ominous sign arose in Hathaway's heart.

But soon, she forced her soul to calm down.

After the previous incident in the council chamber, she was no longer the same Hathaway.

In other words, as the oldest council elder and the only pure-blooded golden elf in the Lost Island, she already has an extremely powerful mind.

If not, Hathaway wouldn't be able to survive when all her ancestors and supporters passed away one by one, and when the people of that tribe gradually forgot their history, and instead treated her with cold eyes and opposition——

Relying on his own strength, during the hundreds of years of darkness, he alone advanced the research on the star realm to that extent.

It's just...because of the expectations placed on her by those ancestors, and the heavy weight of the future of the elves...

It was also because the new elders of the council had similar looks to the predecessors in Hathaway's memory, and they had the same blood flowing through them, so she still had some illusions about the Elf King's Court.

She believed that...whether it was the Royal Court or herself, although there were differences and conflicts between them, they were all for the sake of the elves and the future of the Lost Island.

If it is to allow the Elf Court to survive and develop better, then Hathaway is willing to try to understand no matter what method is used, whether it is correct or not.

Even if he becomes an old and decadent representative, he needs to bear the verbal criticism of the residents of the royal court, and is placed in the whirlpool of contradictions...

Just like Char's witch hunt, she fell victim to public opinion and the old times, and she didn't care.

However, everything that happened in the previous meeting of the chamber completely killed the last trace of childish fantasy in Hathaway's heart.

That was not an attempt to find another way out for the Elven Court.

But it's just a simple betrayal.

From an upright creature, it turned back into a captive and ornamental race.

This is something Hathaway cannot tolerate.

What she couldn't tolerate even more was those people's involvement in Xia Ya.

Unknowingly, in Hathaway's heart, the human boy named Char already had the same weight as the entire Elf Royal Court.

She took a deep breath.

He hid all the fear, uneasiness, and slight cowardice deep in his heart.

Then, he raised his head.

Hathaway knows exactly what she will face next.

The sleeping sun god...the founder of the glorious era.

However, as the outside world can guess...even the great being sleeping in the fragments of the World Tree is really the original creator.

But after experiencing that great catastrophe, His state was bound to be one out of ten, or even one out of a hundred.

You may not be able to do something yourself.

A soft chant came out melodiously from the mouth of the golden elf.

It turned into one melodious syllable after another, causing the red-gold magic power to emerge in the void.

In the beginning, it was Char who pulled him out of the dark quagmire.

He led her to learn arcana and magic, bringing light to the Lost Island and to her.

And now, Char is sinking into the darkness of the Lost Island.

Then, it's your turn to rescue him.

With such thoughts in mind, Hathaway's melodious chanting speeded up a bit...

Every syllable involves magic power, forming an arcane model of extraordinary brilliance.

That is the incantation of "Directed Dimension Jump".

She knew very well what she was facing. No matter how bad her condition was, she was still the Creator of the glorious era and an absolutely high-ranking person.

Therefore, Hathaway never thought of killing the opponent directly from the beginning.

Instead, he took Char with him to jump out of the Lost Island and escape to the star realm.

Judging from the opponent's still sleeping state, it is obvious that he does not have the ability to cross the Lost Island and enter the star realm to pursue him.

By then, he and Xia will be completely safe.

…

However, the next moment.

On that black iron throne.

The illusory figure did not move at all, and still maintained its sleeping posture.

But then, next to the black iron throne, in the thin shadow——

But an illusory eye slowly opened, revealing an ancient color like bronze.

The moment he was stared at by those illusive brass eyes.

Hathaway noticed it, and all the blood in her body suddenly boiled.

Blood-red inscriptions seeped out of the blood one after another.

It seeped out of the blood vessels and infiltrated into every inch of the golden elf's skin and flesh.

It turned into black and red lines with a strange aura, covering every inch of her skin.

What followed was the excruciating pain that seemed to penetrate directly into the deepest part of the bone marrow.

It was a curse that burst out from the elven blood flowing in Hathaway's body and directly invaded the soul and flesh.

The "directional dimensional jump" that was only one step away from the completion of the chant was interrupted in an instant.

The spell model collapsed just before the construction was completed, and the mental backlash it brought caused blood to overflow from the corner of her mouth, and the entire sea of ​​soul was no longer clear.

"The Lost Island...is my world."

"Under the curtain of eternal night, everything is filled with my cut, disordered, crazy, and violent fragments of divinity and rules."

"Don't call it an ordinary legend——"

"Even if an ordinary demigod enters here, under the influence of the crazy divinity and authority, if he does not leave immediately, he will lose control in a very short period of time."

The sound like the ringing of an ancient bronze bell echoed in the hall.

"Rather, it would be better to say that you entered the Lost Island like this, but in addition to having your strength and mental power suppressed, you were still able to retain your complete self-will for a long time and never fell into madness. This is one of the few special cases."

"Even an ordinary true god can't do what you do."

In the thin shadow, the brass-colored illusory eyes were locked on the thin figure of the human boy to the side.

It was obvious that Hathaway had just arrived at the scene and was confronting the being he was hostile to.

But this illusory eye, which represented the will of the old sun god, seemed to have never paid attention to the golden elf in front of him.

From beginning to end, His attention was only focused on Char.

"However, even though the divinity is filled with such violence and disorder, the elves will not be restricted on the Lost Island..."

Xia Ya smiled bitterly.

"That's right."

The illusive brass eyes closed slightly, and then opened again.

"As early as when I selected the elves as the race of the third-party royal court and as a backup vessel, I spent hundreds of years transforming the entire elven bloodline, leaving behind a backup plan."

"And as the race I created, my chess pieces...since their bloodline is contaminated with my divinity, the disordered divinity wandering on the Lost Island will naturally not have an impact on them."

"It doesn't matter whether you have lived in the Royal Court or not, when and where you were born, or even whether you are currently on the Lost Island..."

"As long as the blood of elves flows in the body, even if it has been diluted to an extremely thin trace..."

"Then I can rely on that bloodline backhand to control their life and death at will."

"It is the vessel's honor and my gift."

The bronze-like sound was not very loud, it was illusory and ethereal.

However, it fell into Hathaway's ears.

But her spiritual ocean, which was somewhat dispersed due to the backlash, once again fell to the freezing point.

Compared with the coldness in the golden elf's heart at this moment, the curse that corroded the whole body and corroded the flesh and blood seemed less painful.

"turn out to be."

"We are just containers..."

The bright red blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, with a bit of red gold dispersing brilliance.

The words were obviously indifferent, but they told the cold truth.

Far more cruel than Hathaway imagined.

She once believed that the past elven royal court and the high elves living in it were just pets kept in ornamental cages by the Sun God.

It wasn't until the great catastrophe came and the former Creator died that the elves regained their freedom and truly became an independent intelligent race.

However, now that I think about it, I still thought it was too simple.

That cage never went away.

It's just that the "big cage" that was clearly visible, with iron ropes and railings straddling it, was replaced by a transparent "small cage."

And they are not pets.

But... as described by Char, during the alchemy potion injection test, they were just mice classified into a control group and an experimental group.

No wonder that no matter what the seniors of the Senate were or what kind of research they had conducted under the eyes of the other party, they had never alarmed the owner of the fragment of the World Tree.

No wonder, even though not long ago, the entire council was overthrown by him and caused such a big commotion, the will of the old sun god on the black iron throne has never looked at him.

How could the owner of the laboratory care about the abnormal behavior of a mouse in a culture cage?

Even if this mouse is so powerful that it kills several other mice and becomes the strongest among mice.

A scientist appeared among the turkeys raised in captivity on the farm. He observed that the turkeys were fed regularly at five o'clock every afternoon, so the turkey scientist came to an inference - "Every day at five o'clock in the afternoon, there will be food." Food falls from the sky."

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, this inference has been verified, so the turkeys feel that the inference has become an eternal theorem.

But on Thanksgiving Day, the farmers who walked over were not holding feed buckets carrying delicacies, but kitchen knives that had been sharpened to a cold shine.

The entire elven race is a race created by the old sun god.

As long as she still flows with the blood of the elves, even if Hathaway flees to the ends of the earth, the old sun god will only need a tiny thought to touch the authority and let her die without a burial place.

"How sad..."

Red tears of blood dripped down the golden elf's slender eyelashes.

"It turns out that elves have never truly lived."

Just a few hours ago, Hathaway's heart was filled with joy.

After lighting up the ocean of stars, she thought she and the entire Elven Court had found a way forward.

But now it seems that is so ridiculous.

Like flowers in the water, like the moon in the mirror.

Beautiful, yet brittle at the touch of a finger.

boom--

The burning sensation in the blood intensified again, and the white, delicate and smooth skin of Hathaway's body was now branded with blood-red and pitch-black inscriptions, carrying a strict curse.

Originally, as the only surviving pure-blood elf on the Lost Island, and also a candidate vessel for the old sun god, she had full value.

However, it was obvious that after Char appeared, the old sun god had completely lost patience with this candidate container.

Feeling the imminent death coming from the blood.

A trace of determination suddenly flashed in Hathaway's eyes.

Then, in an instant.

She summoned the last will in the sea of ​​broken spirit.

The radiance of red-gold magic power shone in an instant, briefly overpowering the curse of blood red and pitch black.

Since no matter what, it is impossible for me to survive.

Well, at least until death...

I can use my own life and self-destruction that consumes all my mental and vitality to break away the divine oppression around me.

To give Xia him... a chance to escape.

Even if my magic is weak...

But such a close explosion can also cause considerable damage to these gods.

She slowly closed her eyes.

It was like being set on fire.

The magic power in Hathaway's body suddenly boiled, like burning fire.

However, the next moment.

Once again, she heard the familiar voice.

"enough."

Xia Ya raised his head and looked at the illusory figure on the black iron throne.

"As a human being, my bloodline has never been transformed by you like the elves, nor have you left any backup."

"If I insist on resisting, then due to compatibility issues, even with your personality, it won't be that easy to perfectly replace my soul and occupy my body."

"And you talked to me so much and explained so much."

"It's nothing more than trying to break my will and make me merge with you willingly."

"And now, you win."

He looked back slightly and glanced at the golden elf girl behind him.

There was reluctance and slight relief in those eyes.

The next moment, those clear words appeared in Hathaway's ears.

"I will take her place..."

"Become a vessel for you."